Klinikum am Urban

TEXT: She spent her days in the cold bright light, knitting owls. The bench was full of them. Circle eyed. When anyone asked her name, she replied ‘Eule’. When someone asked if they could buy an owl, she usually replied ‘One Hundred Euros’. Unless she liked their voice. If they had a good voice she would reply ‘Choose one you like. Look after it, or give it to someone who will treasure it. Keep your eyes wide, and take in everything you can during the daytime. When the night comes, and we drift to sleep, we hope that we will see the next morning. Think of birdsong in the early hours, they rejoice at the dawn. Never forget how lucky you are to be awake’.